Мой школьный друг

The walls are hung, people are getting older and time is running out,
And every year we have less and less in the playing deck.
So recently gods inappropriately thrown off the map,
And it never occurred to them - for one, we were sitting at her desk ...
Adult children. We are, unfortunately, rarely seen,
Passing, as usual, to each other greetings.
But I know for sure, each of us falling leaves of autumn
All of a sudden turned into a kid at recess.
& quot; Rolling Stones & quot; and guitar at the corners,
And the piano, divided in half -
All this was -
And the port, and the neighbor's knock on the wall -
All this one, my school friend,
All this friend, my best friend ...
Like recently. What we had? And how much is left?
Everything passing. Fifty - a lot and a little.
Pooh poplar everything just flies over the school font ...
Something we could, but much, brother, do not have time.
& quot; Rolling Stones & quot; and guitar at the corners,
And the piano, divided in half -
All this was -
And the port, and the neighbor's knock on the wall -
All this one, my school friend,
All this friend, my best friend ...
A sunny balcony door wide open city,
Irrevocably unrestrained happiness these days.
Children are walking and girls go with the guys in the arms,
And we embrace with you in the photo.
Children are walking and girls go with the guys in the arms,
We Volodya hugging on the photograph.
& quot; Rolling Stones & quot; and guitar at the corners,
And the piano, divided in half -
All this was -
And the port, and the neighbor's knock on the wall -
All this one, my school friend,
All this friend, my best friend ...
All this one, my school friend.